Lu Yan's Trick (2)

"More gifts?" Lu Yan wondered if it was perfume or some other vulgar stuff.

At this moment, a black Benz drove over slowly and stopped beside them.

One of Qiao Fei's subordinates got out of the car carrying a deep blue box wrapped in an exquisite package.

"This is for you."

Qiao Fei took the gift box from his subordinate and handed it to Lu Yan.

"What's this?"

"Open it after I'm gone."

"You're so unimaginative…"

Lu Yan felt many of Qiao Fei's words today were copied from romantic movies and were nothing original.

"I've got to go now. Be a good girl and don't make me jealous again, or…"

"You'll slaughter everyone in the city," Lu Yan finished for him.

"Yeah, slaughter."

Qiao Fei's lips curved up slightly; then he held Lu Yan and kissed her forehead lightly.

Then, he turned and left.

The silver-haired man, a cold weirdo, left in the night breeze as swiftly as he had come.